tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post114609411478900988..comments2014-12-07T07:08:19.086-08:00Comments on Girl's Gone Child: The Miracle of Birth or Remembering Sex Education ClassGIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1073010470900987732007-12-13T23:17:00.000-08:002007-12-13T23:17:00.000-08:00Hey im in 8th grade we had sex ed it is a little ...Hey im in 8th grade we had sex ed it is a little bit diffrent now ,now the only reason why kids watch it is cuz they want to not cuz there learning .but its more freaking porn ,just in school8th grader in tennesseenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1149874537976895812006-06-09T10:35:00.000-07:002006-06-09T10:35:00.000-07:00I know I'm chiming in a bit late, but...The girl a...I know I'm chiming in a bit late, but...<BR/>The girl across the street told me that in sex ed a naked woman and a naked man came into the class room as part of the sex ed class. When it didn't happen in 5th or 6th grade, I figured it would when I got to junior high.<BR/>My other memory:<BR/>Carrie G. and me laughing uncontrollably at the word "erect". And the boys were in the room at the time.katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16738215128476645456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146268655934799652006-04-28T16:57:00.000-07:002006-04-28T16:57:00.000-07:00I can't believe I mistyped "public" instead of "pu...I can't believe I mistyped "public" instead of "pubic." That must be the first time in the history of the world it's gone that way around.Leahhttp://www.agirlandaboy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146258792489228382006-04-28T14:13:00.000-07:002006-04-28T14:13:00.000-07:00DAMN I wish I remembered! Especially because I'm s...DAMN I wish I remembered! Especially because I'm short on post ideas right now. But this was hilarious. I too had multiple Amandas, Mikes, Brians, etc. in my classes, even though I think I'm older than you.MrsFortunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970080006884444863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146249742376333732006-04-28T11:42:00.000-07:002006-04-28T11:42:00.000-07:00I cant believe how graphic your education was!!! T...I cant believe how graphic your education was!!! The only thing I remember about ours (which was given too us far too late, especially for me ;)was our form tutor putting a condom on a banana and our science teacher pronouncing vagina 'vadge-in-a'. Absolutely crap.Kellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608353600377892342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146248993365640742006-04-28T11:29:00.000-07:002006-04-28T11:29:00.000-07:00All of your comments are amazing. Your stories are...All of your comments are amazing. Your stories are priceless. I laugh out loud when I read every one. Can we please compile a book of "sex-ed" memoirs? It's just too good.GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146246352736514632006-04-28T10:45:00.000-07:002006-04-28T10:45:00.000-07:00OMG, you are young. I was in 5th grade in the 197...OMG, you are young. I was in 5th grade in the 1970's Eeesh.<BR/><BR/>Our sex ed in Catholic school was okay. They at least told us SOMETHING around 5th or 6th grade. And in high school we had "Marriage and Vocations" class, and I clearly remember a female religious ed teacher lecturing to us about how important it is to have our hair fixed and armpits shaved, etc, before our husbands get home from work. (This was not 1953, BTW, it was 1986!!!<BR/><BR/>Most of what I learned was from Judy Blume books (junior high) and Glamour magazine (high school and college). My mom would answer just about any question I asked, but she waited for me to ask rather than volunteering any info. I also have two older sisters (10-12 years older than me) who I went to for advice when I was in college and wanted to go on the pill.Mrs. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068133445052565116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146245829539429152006-04-28T10:37:00.000-07:002006-04-28T10:37:00.000-07:00Ooh that's a good idea for a post. I'll have to th...Ooh that's a good idea for a post. I'll have to think about that for a while, but I'm definitely up for the challenge. Thanks!J's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15774866649917210769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146239509954629682006-04-28T08:51:00.001-07:002006-04-28T08:51:00.001-07:00My initial introduction to the reproductive system...My initial introduction to the reproductive system was in Are You There God, It's Me Margaret. I was disappointed when I learned that maxipads no longer required belts.Boutroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722905973115175358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146239481749746002006-04-28T08:51:00.000-07:002006-04-28T08:51:00.000-07:00I sorted of bluffed my way through grade school......I sorted of bluffed my way through grade school...read lots of books (my sister's copy of "Our Bodies, Ourselves" with all the cool drawings of dissected female bits, etc), but nothing sank in...<BR/>9th grade...one of the Amanda's from my school, on the floor of her garage...nekkid..."Make love to me!"...she might as well have asked me to build a hot air ballon from scratch or something...god, I was so fucking embarrassed - no idea what to do...<BR/>thank god Amanda did...IFLYGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14840642464893708408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146230878637644362006-04-28T06:27:00.000-07:002006-04-28T06:27:00.000-07:00OMG, that's the funniest thing I've read in a long...OMG, that's the funniest thing I've read in a long time!!!<BR/><BR/>First, 5th grade...1991? I'm wayyyyy old. I had 5th grade sex ed in...wait...let me get out the calculator...1973. I think. I might have forgotten to carry a one in there somewhere. But it's close.<BR/><BR/>We didn't have a cool film with Mickey. We had cave drawings. And our teacher was named Mrs. Og. Mrs. North kept making me think of Ollie North and it just took on the weirdest twist. <BR/><BR/>Mrs. Og was a troll of a woman, even for a neanderthal, and we had ONE girl in our class who had started her period at that point, and Mrs. Og knew it. In a coed class, in front of EVERYbody, she pointed to the cave drawing of menstruation and said "Barbara, can you explain to your classmates what menstruation is like?" That poor, poor girl. She was totally mortified. And I was mortified for her. And the boys were merciless thereafter. <BR/><BR/>Mrs. Og was killed in a mysterious mammoth stampede later in the year. At least as clearly as I can remember. It was a long time ago.Tammyhttp://theoralreport.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146197577269677252006-04-27T21:12:00.000-07:002006-04-27T21:12:00.000-07:00I think my parents knocked on my door when I was d...I think my parents knocked on my door when I was doing homework and said something like, "Um, people get diseases." I was like, "Ok." THen they knocked on my brothers door, next to mine, and gave the same speech.<BR/><BR/>Any wonder that I got Knocked Up accidently at age 30? Ha ha.ninepounddictatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06674863124753947010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146197108040186592006-04-27T21:05:00.000-07:002006-04-27T21:05:00.000-07:00"when you love someone... take it dad" is the funn..."when you love someone... take it dad" is the funniest thing i have ever heard. THAT is a great bumber sticker/band name/t-shirt. I can just seeee your mom introducing science with "mother-logic" CLASSIC.GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146196939729975152006-04-27T21:02:00.000-07:002006-04-27T21:02:00.000-07:00My best friend was a year older than I was, and sh...My best friend was a year older than I was, and she started bragging that she was going to see "The Movie" at school. She teased me and teased me about being too little to see "The Movie" and I got so upset I ran home and told my parents about it. They sat my friend, my brother and me down at the kitchen table, and my father the pediatric physician proceeded to tell us, in clinical detail, every single factor of both male and female reproduction, complete with drawings. My mother added lines like "when you love someone...take it dad". <BR/><BR/>I was in 4th grade and this was the most disgusting, horrifying and nauseating thing I had ever heard and the way my dad described it, I vowed NEVER EVER EVER to do that. It took me quite a while to get over that.margalithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782326504951603071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146196607317945842006-04-27T20:56:00.000-07:002006-04-27T20:56:00.000-07:00Like everyone else, I felt upset and traumatized w...Like everyone else, I felt upset and traumatized when I first learned what sex was all about. My parents had me stay home the day that sex ed was taught in fifth grade. Everyone was so jacked up about it the next day I knew I missed something HUGE. <BR/><BR/>Luckily (or unluckily, I'm not sure) I made friends with a very sexually advanced / developed 5th grader that year. Funny thing: she kind of bullied me with the same condom question! I didn't do quite as well as you when I attempted to bluff my way through my answer.<BR/><BR/>I STILL resent my parent's inability to be honest with me and talk about something that I should have learned. It took me a long time to figure it all out and not be ashamed of my body. How stupid is that? I will definitely make sure my daughter gets the facts!Angel Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12923477161597461073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146194164753289592006-04-27T20:16:00.000-07:002006-04-27T20:16:00.000-07:00This post (and the comments) are TOOO funny! I had...This post (and the comments) are TOOO funny! I had to show my friends, and they were all fans as well! So.. with me it all started with the 5th grade sex-ed video/talk, as well. Before that I was so uninformed, it was ridic. One of my friends started her period in 4th grade, and I always thought that she was making it up. Every month she would say that she was on it. I just completely did not understand the whole once a month concept. I thought it was a one-time thing. Wouldn't that have made life easier?! Each month when Emily would claim that she was on her period again, I would say to my friends, "Whatever, I think she's making it up. She said the same thing last month." I'm awful, I know. So when the 5th grade sex-ed thing came around I was super excited. I remember them sitting us in a room and giving us Altoids before the video to put us at ease. I think I remember the Altoids better than the video. The video they showed us was outdated and confusing. During the questions part, one of my friends asked about how to insert a tampon. The teachers avoided directly answering the question, and I wondered about it for the next few years. When I finally got my period, I tried to keep it a secret from my mom for as long as I could. I decided to go swimming on the second day of my first period. When my mom was doing the laundry, she noticed something. She came up to my room to ask me if I had started my period, and I said no. I thought I had gotten away with it, until the following month. Ooohhh.. good times! Brings back memories! :)Lillinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146192013038232012006-04-27T19:40:00.000-07:002006-04-27T19:40:00.000-07:00A chalk outline for a condom? There's a joke in th...A chalk outline for a condom? There's a joke in there somewhere. I'm just too lazy to try to find it. Funny post!Chaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05810156368520745972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146191122588739432006-04-27T19:25:00.000-07:002006-04-27T19:25:00.000-07:00OH.MY.GOD. 2badladies, that takes the cake. Really...OH.MY.GOD. 2badladies, that takes the cake. Really.<BR/><BR/>Sex Ed. I think I anesthetized my brain b/c all I remember is an animated video - no Mickey Mouse - with diagrams of penis into vagina. I thought about that for a long time. Seemed against physics. <BR/><BR/>I do know that my mom wrote a letter to me in my baby book the day I got my period. Even today I've only ever gotten as far as "Karen, today you got your period..." before I have to slam it shut b/c I'm just too embarassed to read it.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12000259728837506250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146189426884024742006-04-27T18:57:00.000-07:002006-04-27T18:57:00.000-07:00Fuck. FUCK.I was so traumatized by sex ed that I b...Fuck. FUCK.<BR/><BR/>I was so traumatized by sex ed that I blacked most of it out. And that was even with the watered down Catholic school version.<BR/><BR/>But the very worst moment of sex education for me came outside of the schoolroom. It was The Talk, with my parents, who probably would have let it go until my wedding night, but that I was 15 and 'dating' (I use that term so loosely here) a - wait for it - *16 year old* boy. So they had to sit me down. And say to me, 'Honey, do you know what statutory rape is?'<BR/><BR/>Fuck. I thought that I'd let it go, but no, I'm sitting here, beet red, just at the memory.Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04582220249796318524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146187874146599532006-04-27T18:31:00.000-07:002006-04-27T18:31:00.000-07:00Man, am I old. Grade 5, you say?Like Leah, I was g...Man, am I old. Grade 5, you say?<BR/><BR/>Like Leah, I was given the book Where Did I Come From as a young kid and had a pretty open hippie mom, so the babies and sedx part I knew about. I seem to recall that we really only learned about the parts 'n' periods in grade 5, then got sex ed and birth control with a condom/banana demo in grade 7 and 8, with possibly some stuff about drugs, and then more deetailed body, VD (as it was called back then), and drugs infor in grade 9. <BR/><BR/>I recall being so well-informed that my mom was kind of disappointed that my first period didn't really offer mom-daughter bonding opportunities... I had already installed a pad, and just told her about it. Not like in the old days, when apparently moms waited until their freaked-out daughters asked if they were dying, and then took the moment to induct them into the cult of womanhood.kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146186015896682242006-04-27T18:00:00.000-07:002006-04-27T18:00:00.000-07:00I must share. 1) You were in 5th grade when I was ...I must share. <BR/><BR/>1) You were in 5th grade when I was graduating from HS? Fuuuuck.<BR/><BR/>2) My sex ed was in the car at Thanksgiving the year I was 3 because my mother was pregnant and I asked how babies were made. She told me, and at Thanksgiving dinner, I asked my ex-marine, ex-truck driver, railroad man Grandfather if he, too, had a penis. He didn't answer at first. So of course, I asked again. Poor mom. Health class, 8th grade was my "formal" sex ed, but it was actually OK. Coach Sherrill was cool about it and boyz and girlz were all together.<BR/><BR/>3) Just today, as a bloggy coincidence, we just discovered that D knows where his penis is. OTTV.stefanierjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01549315474172850549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146180202681477952006-04-27T16:23:00.000-07:002006-04-27T16:23:00.000-07:00Ha! What an opportune post! My 3 year old followed...Ha! What an opportune post! My 3 year old followed me into the bathroom today, bent over and pointed, and asked "what's that mommy?" Racking my brain to come up with a response that wasn't "vagina" (oh, the 10 sorts of hell I would get from MIL, the ex nun!), I answered with the first thing that came to mind-"hoohoo" - I'm not sure which I'm more embarrassed about now...Domestic Chickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464391259920737902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146179374324785792006-04-27T16:09:00.000-07:002006-04-27T16:09:00.000-07:00I went to a Catholic elementary school so I didn't...I went to a Catholic elementary school so I didn't even know what sex was until I entered public school in the 7th grade. I don't remember sex ed in junior high (repressed memories, perhaps?). Then in ninth grade there was "health class". Dun, dun, duuuun. I remember that birth video vividly! When it came time to watch another video like that in my childbirth class, just over a year ago, I was terrified and a little bit nauseous and I hid behind my pillow the entire time. <BR/><BR/>My husband had to tell me how it ended!Mrs. Chickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709645621597349239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146177262288034602006-04-27T15:34:00.000-07:002006-04-27T15:34:00.000-07:00My parents bought me the book "Where Did I Come Fr...My parents bought me the book "Where Did I Come From?" featuring two loveable, roly-poly cartoon adults in all their public-haried glory. I was probably about five or six, and I loved the book so much I showed it to all the kids in the neighborhood. It was at that point I was sat down for "the talk" about how some people's parents don't want them to know about that sort of thing quite yet and how about we stick to Strawberry Shortcake instead.Leahhttp://www.agirlandaboy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1146176241443406492006-04-27T15:17:00.000-07:002006-04-27T15:17:00.000-07:00I went to an all girls Catholic school that actual...I went to an all girls Catholic school that actually did a pretty good job teaching us sex-ed. It started in grade four with the ancient movies that showed a female frog leaving her eggs in the stream to be fertilized by the male frog at a later time. So needless to say I thought that babies were made in a less intimate manner. Seriously - I thought it happened in your sleep (or a stream) until I was at least in grade seven. Then I found out that people had sex even when they didn't want to make babies - talk about a total shock to the system. AIEEEEEE!!!! I was curious and out of control. Then when the nuns revisited sex ed in grade 11 they taught us the rhythm method and how to help birth babies (in case we decided to become missionaries). I'm not making this up. So to this day I actually do know my most fertile days without the aid of a kit and all you need is a garbage bag, string and clean water to get that baby out. Wow - hadn't thought about that in years. Sorry to hijack your comments. Thanks for the flashback!Mother Bumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.com